Page 127 of Your Wild Omega

“Fuck me, alpha,” I whine, trailing my fingers around his swelling knot.

His chest heaves as he stares down at me, forcing back his own orgasm.

“Get in there, Zack,” he rasps out between pants. At first I think he means for Zack to fuck me, but the moment Zack sits on the couch, Rickon hauls me into the big alpha’s lap, removes my underwear, and spreads my legs. “Hold her,” he rumbles.

An electric shiver runs through me as Zack pins my legs wide open.

Rickon leans over, one hand on the back of the couch. “Feeling safe, Red?” he asks in a whisper, pressing fervent kisses along my throat.

“Yes,” I whisper back. Safe with my alphas but burning from desire.

Rickon kneels down. “Good. You’re safe with us, omega. Safe enough to come all over my tongue.”

I gasp as he presses his mouth to my pussy, licking deep despite the remnants of Zack and my back seat tryst. I quiver on Zack’s chest, the alpha purring into my spine as Rickon eats me out. My body jerks as the spiraling sensations possess me.

“Alpha,” I whine, not sure which one of them I mean and not caring.

Zack holds me tight, thumbs lightly caressing my skin. Rickon comes up for air before returning to his treat, tongue swirling around and around my clit. It’s a distinct sensation, and I buck, searching for more.

“You’re so damn needy,” Rickon says breathlessly, fingertips digging into my ass. “Wait ’til I say so, Red.”

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” I mewl, tossing my head back and shaking. A single deep thrust will send me toppling over the edge, but Rickon chooses the shallow friction route, torturingme with a slow but relentless burn. So hot I feel like I’ll explode. “Alpha!” I beg, thrusting against his mouth.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he praises.

His alpha rumble calls an answering wave of heat which swells through my core. “Fuck, Rickon!” I mewl.

“Just a little longer. Hold it for me, my love.”

I throw my head back, feeling his tongue play me like a fiddle. It’s so much, I wanna shake myself all over his face, but I can’t disobey that steady alpha order. He’s edging me, yes, but I can handle it because he’s doing it with his mouth, not his cock. Even in the height of passion, Rickon remembers my rules.

And his attention comes with so much love, my chest feels ready to explode from the bond’s intensity.

For a long, agonizingly beautiful moment, I hover, the noises around me softening to a faint hum, the pressure in my core pulsing within. Suspended. Wrapped so tight I can’t speak, let alone breathe.

“Come for me, Biscuit.”

The force detonates, and I shake, mouth wide with a silent scream as the orgasm breaks over me.

“Fuck, baby,” Rickon murmurs against my pussy as I gush. “You’re squirting again. It’s so good. Look, Zack.”

Fingers brush between my ass cheeks, but I’m so wired I don’t know what’s up and what’s down. The lust redoubles as my alphas’ pleasure swims through our bond. I gasp with every breath as my body catches up, skin burning with heat.

“Alphas,” I sob, twitching all over.

“We’ve got you, Biscuit,” Rickon says, panting as he gets to his feet.

“Ohm,” Zack murmurs, kissing my ear and working his way down the back of my neck. “Love Ohm.”

“That’s one. Ready for two?” Rickon asks.

“No,” I lie, wheezing softly. That one was powerful as fuck, but I still want more.

Rickon gazes into my eyes, and then chuckles, leaning over me to cup my jaw. “Too bad this bond tells me a different story.” His cock nudges against my pussy and I lose the ability to speak as he sinks home with a single thrust. Sandwiched between my two alphas, I cry out as my head falls back.

I float out of a suspended existence, my eyes fluttering as sensations register against my skin: someone breathing deeply near my ear, my feet pressing into the leather couch, and a woolen blanket draped over my back and arms. A faint hum vibrates in my throat as I test out my vocals. I’m parched.

A gentle hand lands on my back. “Hey, beautiful.”

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